Now that the last obstacle has been removed, and he has finally clarified the size of his johnson, I am pleased to announce my endorsement of Donald Trump as the next President of The United States. Of course a personal endorsement from a shy young brunette from outback Australia, of modest means, but one with a nice rack and who happens to go like the clappers, might not carry much weight with Trump or the Republican establishment, but it’s worth a shot. The possibility of a private spin around Las Vegas in one of Trump’s cars – say, the 1997 Lamborghini Diablo, to be precise – and another one, without the car, around his gold-plated apartment with his member and that delicious Melania looking on, is just far too much to ignore.